Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Playing With Fire

The lamp light flickers
A moth tempts fate
the flame licks at it’s wings
Songs with no words echo in my mind
Thoughts and words fight to take over the page
Yet all I can muster is ambling statements
out of order....
A storm is brewing

6-21-17...welcome to summer Lia

my daily dilemma today....

do I eat just one
do I eat them all
do I pick just one
do I pick them all
and what do I eat with tomatoes?

Monday, June 19, 2017

Love is fickle

Sometimes the title evades me till I finish. Sometimes it leads me.

I take people at face value. Actions have always spoken louder than words and people can never hide their actions. Now we aren’t leaving words out of the equation because what people say weighed against what they do always gives a sum value. When that value is a negative then that person will do nothing but bring you down in the end. Never lash your boat to theirs.

Now with all the metaphors and mystical writing out of the way I can reflect on my ex and why our son tells everyone she died when he was young. He was strong enough to accept what she was and find a way to go forward with his head high and purpose strong.

I have a good friend who by all accounts is killing himself slowly and has no intent on stopping but denies it with all his strength. I have grown tired of telling him this and have decided to loosen the lashings enough to let him drift when the time comes. Some people refuse to hear the truth and that is fine.

Seeing the future is an art. It doesn’t always come through clearly and the way we choose to interpret it can be influenced by emotions. Love is fickle.....

Saturday, June 17, 2017

just words....

I once had a box full of words, millions of words to choose from and put into sentences and paragraphs. The more I wrote the easier it was to pick words that held special meaning to me and expressed what I wanted to say. Alas, I have almost emptied my box of words, but I have all this paper with all these words stored on them in all these sentences and paragraphs. Stories and poems to tell a tell of feelings and thoughts for all eternity if only people would learn how to read and understand instead of seeing what they want to see in the words.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

time for a different kind of ride...

got a few short rides in over the past couple weeks so I thought it was time to step it up...160 is 4 weeks away